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VIOLA

This fellow is wise enough to play the fool,
And to do that well, craves a kind of wit: [60]
He must observe their mood on whom he jests,

The quality of persons, and the time,
And like the haggard, check at every feather
That comes before his eye. This is a practice
As full of labour as a wise man’s art: [65]
For folly that he wisely shows is fit;

But wise men, folly-fall’n, quite taint their wit.

Enter Sir Toby and Sir Andrew.

SIR TOBY
Save you, gentleman.

VIOLA
And you, sir.

SIR ANDREW
Dieu vous garde, monsieur. [70]

VIOLA
Et vous aussi: votre serviteur.

SIR ANDREW
I hope, sir, you are, and I am yours.

SIR TOBY

Will you encounter the house? My niece is desirous you should enter, if your
trade be to her.

VIOLA
I am bound to your niece, sir; I mean, she is the [75] list of my voyage.

SIR TOBY
Taste your legs, sir, put them to motion.